There is an arduous struggle to dredge out the cathartic storm pummeling the inner self. Layers upon layers of paint are hurriedly splattered in sync with the searing consciousness that screams out to be born and become tangible on the empty space of canvas.All walls of restrictions are torn down and stripping off any conventions that might hinder serendipity to move and wrought every lifeline palpable and alive. There is no definite plan or any mesh of ideas to preconceive the outcome of this process. Yet, it is immersed in great labor to sustain spontaneity and eventually give birth to this kind of art. Along this process ”The Metamorphosis” happens; a transformation that goes beyond science and raison d'être.